Kookoo without Ku

The little whiskered pup was pouting by the flower beds of wild, coloured growth. His puppa had sent him and Haiku off to play in different directions today. Had told him that they needed to learn ‘indi-vid-ual-ism’ whatever that was. If it didn’t include Ku, then actually he didn’t want it.

He violently nipped at the stems of the flowers, until they fell over. Once they had fallen, he felt a little bad, and tried to push them back up again. Without stalks holding them in place, they refused to stand. He stuck a tongue past his lips in a face of concentration, before giving up. He grabbed the plucked flowers, and tucked them behind his ear. He had seen wolves wandering around Abaven with feathers behind their ears. Maybe it worked with flowers too, right?
Man he missed Ku.

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